To Words Burnt And Forgotten

“Laziness is such an ugly word. I prefer selective participation.” 

Indie Multifandom Multimuse written by Luci

I've been thinking on this decision for the past month.

I've been thinking on this decision for the past month.

It was —-— 𝐀ctually too early for this shit. far too early. because, maybe it was the lack of sleep but that combination of food sounded absolutely atrocious!

who is feeding this kid or who's allowing him to eat like this? then the question that followed AFTER was the breaking point for chuuya. the mafiaso groaned with a upcoming headache as he placed his thumb and point digit to between his brows.

ヾ this is why he doesn't do baby sitting duty. ヾ

“ First of all, Fuc — ahem* fricken 『 no actually shoot him, he hates this. 』 hell, kid. nwho let you get into the kitchen. because this should be banned, on all terms.

"Well~ I found the kitchen on my own~ The person who normally gives my breakfast forgot to seal the cell up again~ So I came out!" Another bite to their little creation before they look up to Chuuya. While they know that admitting it would get both Kyusaku and their guard in trouble, Kyusaku doesn't seem to care.

"If you ban my snacks, I'll show you madness!!" A pout as the child huffs and puffs out their cheeks. Though, they pause for a second, looking up at Chuuya. Baby teeth? How old did Chuuya think of them. Misshapen pupils look up, watching the man. Was he really that dumb?

"I already lost all my baby teeth. I'm almost the same age as you were when you joined! Stop treating me like a kid! I've been apart of the mafia almost as long!" Well part of the mafia was stretching it.

“Laziness is such an ugly word. I prefer selective participation.” 

Indie Multifandom Multimuse written by Luci

"I need a hug, please."

"I can do this, too. I can help!"

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"Can you give me a hand with this?"

"You can lean on me, too, you know."

"You're always there for me... thanks."

"I'll take it easy if you promise to, too."

"It's really cold, can I have your jacket?"

"Can I just curl up on you for a minute?"

"Sorry I sobbed all over your shoulder…"

"Okay, I'm in bed. I'll stay in bed. You win."

"Thank you for always keeping me safe…"

"I really appreciate you being here for me."

"You don't have to be so strong all the time."

"You're always so strong, how do you do it?"

"No, I'm taking care of you today. No arguing."

"Sorry for bothering you, again, but I need help."

"You don't have to keep doing everything for me."

"I don't feel very good. Can you make me some soup?"

"You're always looking after me. Let me look after you."

"They hurt me... I'll get the shovel and you can get them."

"You brought me a snack…? Thanks, yeah, I forgot to eat."

"I don't need you always fretting over me! I can handle this!"

"Did you bring the first-aid kit with? Just asking for a friend."

"I'm only going to go lie down if you come lie down with me."

"You remembered? I haven't talked about liking this in forever!"

"Are you sure it's not too much…? Always having to look after me?"

"You believe in me way more than I believe in me, and I appreciate that."

"It's okay, they don't matter. You don't have to do anything for my sake."

"I'm trying to do better, because I don't want to keep causing problems for you."

I've been thinking on this decision for the past month.

Unfamiliar words from a familiar voice serve to wake Jono with a start. He cocks his head first to one side then the other, senses slow to catch up, before he registers Niimi's presence. With that comes recollection of the last few hours, which has the Hunting Dog hurriedly brushing off the suggestion of sleep immediately.

"Mn. No. I'm fine, I was merely... thinking." Not the most believable of lies when it's said in the midst of a yawn he fails to conceal. But Jono has too much of a sense of dignity to admit to being weary, making a point to stand up and push aside his untouched coffee as he turns to Niimi. The blanket remains on his shoulders for now, kindly gesture acknowledged without any immediate need to call attention to the subject--much like the change in the way Niimi has chosen to address him. Nii-san. That's new... and not in a way Jono entirely dislikes.

He needs time to process that, though.

Clearing his throat, the Hunting Dog stands a little straighter. "The incident yesterday is going to be under investigation for some time, considering they abducted you to target me, it's a matter we can't simply overlook. For that same reason, I don't think it's in your best interest to return to the orphanage just yet." Not without Jono being certain Niimi won't be targeted again; the orphanage is too vulnerable a place to leave him. "You're welcome to remain here in the meantime, if you like? But we'll need to get you some proper clothes and supplies; one outfit is unacceptable." Although Jono turns his nose up in a movement of disgust, the note in his voice has a teasing ring to it. "I don't tolerate stinky creatures in my home."

Niimi looks to the Hunting Dog, clearly not believing him. A sly smile adorns his lips before the boy drops it with a huff. He might get in a lot of trouble were he to tickle the older fox to test his alertness. Niimi knows better than to poke a sleeping bear. With a small tilt of his head, the boy sits down, listening as the other tells him what had happened in his rest.

“I can stay here? Really?” A blink of surprise as he smiles. Sure it would mean he can’t wander off to play in the mountains, all things considered, but he could see Jono more often and play with the sugar gliders!

A sheepish laugh as he scratches the back of his head as the flower hashira helps him to his feet. "Yeah- I need to working on not hurting myself all the time." His clumsy nature seemed to always follow him wherever he went, to his detriment or not. "Kocho-san~! Do you want to light off a firework with me?" He completed the mission and the demon had been vanquished. So a firework was a proper way to end it!!

While it is always a mystery precisely what fresh chaos he'll be walking into when dropping by the detective's, Jono still manages to be surprised today. The Hunting Dog stops short, a puzzled angle to his head when he's met with the ringing sound of a spoon bouncing viciously off a nearby wall. Well, that's new...

"I'd recommend the knives if you're going to throw something with such murderous intent," he points out as he steps further into the room, giving the spoon in question a respectful berth. "And on the subject of losing senses: I of course recommend sight. Otherwise you won't get to listen to me, and that'd be a pity."

Despite his regular habit of refraining from smoking when Jono visits, today had been a trying day where he needed something to calm his agitation. Preparing his pipe is almost second nature, not pausing once till it was lit and held by his lips.

“I would prefer not to put holes in my walls with knives.” Smoke leaves his lips as he watches it float to the ceiling. “Oh? But if I were blind, I wouldn’t be able to appreciate you or my collection. You’re voice is indeed lovely, but so if your face.” A small tease before he removes himself from his desk. Maybe fresh air would help, even though the issue might follow him.

I love doll drama☆◇♧ plus Q being cute